First off, let me start with "I DON'T CLEAN MY TEENAGER'S ROOM". You'd think that she could do it herself by the time she is 14-1/2 years old! We have lived in this house for 10 years. So, this is 10 years worth of stuff. Oh, Marisa, I love you anyway!
Second, let me say that I let Marisa "DECORATE" her room anyway she wants. It's her room. We ain't moving anywhere anytime soon, so who cares. I know there are a few out there that are having heart attacks right now. Too bad, so sad. IT'S HER ROOM, I said!
Now, this is where I get all squeamish. The makeup battle. Now that the time has come, I've decided NOT to take it on. I decided to "get in front and lead the parade". So, when my baby came home from her sleepover and she was covered in mascara and eyeliner, I offered to take her to Walgreen's so she could buy her own. We could practice, I could help her. Cool Mom, right? Then why do I feel so, so tired?